By Elizabeth Gonzalez
When I was younger, I was a rather immature and unfocused person. I had a low self-esteem and was needy. Though I had a good upbringing, two loving parents, and an extended family that was supportive, I, unlike my sisters just did not have the self-confidence they exhibited. This lead me down a road I sometimes would like to just forget. Nevertheless, as all things in life your past is always present no matter how far removed you are from it.
I was 23 years old at the time I met and married my then husband - an Egyptian Muslim. Of course, from the onset of that relationship I was continually encouraged to become a Muslim. During that time in my life I was disgruntled with Catholics, having been raised one. I felt there was too much hypocrisy in the church. That led me on a search of different Christian religions and even Judaism. However, I did not commit to any.
By the time, I married my ex-husband I agreed to become a Muslim. I went through the motions, but I could never believe that Jesus was "just a prophet". To me Jesus was and always will be the Son of God, the Messiah.
While in Egypt, then later in Saudi Arabia I witnessed how women were treated as second-class citizens. The stigmatization of women who were either never married and or divorced. The "rules" about a woman coming and going too much - you know like wanting to visit a neighbor twice a week for coffee and chats-more than twice a month in Egypt a woman is suspected of not taking care of her home or being loose. The litany goes on with all the little idiosyncrasies ascribed to women in the Middle East in so much as what they can and cannot do-or I should say are allowed or not allowed to do.
I could not visit Israel with my Aunt when she visited her best friend who worked for the American Consulate in Cairo, because if I did I would be denied entry into Saudi Arabia where my then husband was working. I was told I would be denied entry if my passport was stamped with the Israeli insignia. Sadly, I could not go and I was so, so close. For that I am forever disappointed and saddened.
I was left to live in Egypt with my then in-laws in Port Said, Egypt while my ex-husband worked in Saudi Arabia and applied for my visa to live there with him. I was continually told by my then in-laws how I was not a "good Muslim" and worse. I was told this because I refused to wear a scarf on my head and I did not pray five times a day.
My then sister-in-law actually asked me if her brother found me in the street or the garbage because they know "all" American women are not virgins and whores. Fortunately or unfortunately for me, depending on how you look at this, I learned to speak Arabic so I knew exactly what was being said to me and about me.
While in Egypt, I became severely depressed. In a matter of three months, I went from 120 pounds down to 95 pounds. I could barely eat, not by choice, but I had no appetite for food. I drank a lot of tea and smoked like a fiend. I became so out of touch with reality that I did not even realize I was three months pregnant with my second child until I passed out one day.
When my visa to travel to Saudi Arabia was authorized, I then went to live there. That was another story all together. I lived not far from the American compound of Aramco between Al-Khobar, where I lived at the time, and Dammam. I had to wear the hijab (A hijab is when your body and face are completely covered. Some variations are slits for the eyes so the woman can see, but in Saudi Arabia, this was not allowed so you had to wear a black chiffon scarf over the face so the eyes could not be seen through the slits- I likened it to seeing through very dark sunglasses). I had heard that American women who did not wear the hijab were beaten by police on their legs. I also heard many stories of American women disappearing and being taken into "harems" by "friends of the Royal Family" or "members of the Royal Family" and being continually raped, then killed once "used up." I became fearful for my life while I lived in Saudi Arabia.
I myself at one point was "almost raped" when I was seven months pregnant with my second child. We were visiting my ex-husbands boss at his chalet. I asked to use the bathroom and he said he would show me where it was. My ex-husband obviously trusted him as he allowed him to direct me to where the bathroom was. When I opened the door of the bathroom, my ex-husbands boss was blocking the door and then tried to accost me sexually. I ran away and went outside where my ex-husband was sitting and said nothing to him. I could not say anything at the time because if I did I could have been jailed. That is how it is in Saudi Arabia.
When we arrived home later that evening, I told my ex-husband what happened. Fortunately, that was one of the few, and I mean few times he stood up for me. He left his position at the company to work for another company and that was the end of that. Nothing was ever reported to the police. It was not talked about. However, I did almost have a miscarriage due to the shock and trauma it caused me. I was in such bad shape the doctors actually had to order special medicine for me from Bahrain that I had to take for the remainder of my pregnancy so I would not miscarry.
These are just some of the things I experienced while living in the Middle East. If I wanted to, I could really write a book. Perhaps I will one day, but not today. I still have a hard time dealing with the many things I experienced while in the Middle East at the hands of some very evil people who thought they were doing "good in the name of Islam."
It would be unfair of me not to tell you that I did not meet many wonderful men and women who were good, kind, and generous. Ironically, these people did treat me so much better than my then husband and his family.
By the time I came back to the United States I literally kissed the ground at O'Hare International Airport in Chicago. I was so thrilled, happy, grateful, and appreciative to be home. After some more years of a tumultuous and violent relationship with my ex-husband, I finally could not allow myself to pretend to be a Muslim out of fear of reprisal. I spoke up and told him that I was a Christian and that I believed Jesus was not only the Son of God, but also my Lord and Savior. I then divorced him.
Unfortunately, the divorce was ugly and my family became divided. My children from that marriage live with their father because they share his Muslim beliefs. For me it is bitter sweet. They are my children whom I love dearly, more than my life, but several of them believe I am a Muslim hater and that I abandoned them, which was never the case. Nevertheless, like all true Muslims do, they first brainwash you - then pollute you with their hate.
I could not become a Muslim because I believe in Jesus - I could not deny that He is the Son of God - I could not deny that there was no way to the Father except through Jesus. Like it is said in Proverbs, "Train up a child in the way that he should go and he will not depart from it."
Yes, like the prodigal child, I wandered, but in the end, I did not depart from the core beliefs my parents taught me as a child. For that, I thank God.
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***A Special Note: Special thanks to Debbie Hamilton from Right Truth for her prompting me to write this back in 2007. Without her encouragement, I would not have done so out of fear of criticism.



















The first mistake she made was to marry a Muslim.
The second mistake she made was to move to a Muslim country.
The third mistake she made was to allow her ex to have the children.
Posted by: Mystical Time Traveler | July 12, 2012 at 09:46 AM
The first mistake was in abandoning Christianity. How "anyone" could improve upon that remains a mystery to me...
Posted by: R.J. Godlewski | July 12, 2012 at 11:37 AM
I wonder if this story is about my friend, Liz?
After watching "Not Without My Daughter" and reading the book, I had a new perspective about Islam.
Muslim women are worthless to the men and are treated as property, they are without rights or representation. They are basically tools to deal with, trade with and God have mercy on the little girls who are married off to perverted old men.
Posted by: Leticia | July 12, 2012 at 02:14 PM
R.J., standing from the outside it is easy to say, "The first mistake was abandoning Christianity."
The whole point of this article is that that Elizabeth could not abandon Christianity and my comment is not up for arguement or contention.
Elizabeth was a young girl and immature at the time, as she readily admitts to her shortcomings.
Young people are not always "together" - most of us can look back in hindsight and find our own mistakes. So lets not point fingers and remind others of their mistakes when we all have made plenty of our own. We all fall short of the glory of God - that is the Bible, not Laylaology,R.J.,....
Posted by: Layla | July 12, 2012 at 02:31 PM
Hi, Leticia, and yes, this is your old friend Liz. I miss you! Hope all is well with you.
Contact Debbie as I give her permission to share my e-mail with you.
Posted by: Elizabeth Gonzalez | July 12, 2012 at 02:34 PM
Layla,
I am by no means being critical of Ms. Gonzalez per se -- and I would like to take this opportunity to congratulate her and hope for the best for her children -- my response was to MTT.
Since we're on the topic, I can only go by what I read. Ms. Gonzalez implied that she was 23 during the time that she was disgruntled with the Catholic Church. This seems odd as she would have gone through First Communion, Catechism, AND Confirmation. Somewhere along the way she either became disinterested, had poor teachers, or experienced poor examples of Catholics.
Yes, technically, she DID abandon Christianity if she tried other religions including Judasim. Young people come back to the Church all of the time -- but they cannot come "back" if they did not leave in the first place.
If she writes that she was "disgruntled" with the Church, then we have to ask "Why?" yes? Most former Catholics who meander through different Christian Churches usually have an issue with their local parish and not necessarily the Church proper.
Again, I wasn't pointing fingers...but I bet that Ms. Gonzalez can trace her problems to the time that she left the Church and the joy that she now feels in returning.
Posted by: R.J. Godlewski | July 12, 2012 at 04:00 PM
"By the time, I married my ex-husband I agreed to become a Muslim." Seems to me you DID become a koranimal.
Because you are just that stupid.
Posted by: sablegsd | July 12, 2012 at 04:38 PM
"Elizabeth was a young girl and immature at the time, as she readily admitts to her shortcomings."
Her "shortcoming" is stupidity.
At 23 I had been married for 5 years and had our 2 boys. And you could NEVER get me to denounce Jehovah and Jesus Christ for some insane,pedophiliac, misogynistic, barbaric form of totalitarian government that some like to pretend is a religion.
Posted by: sablegsd | July 12, 2012 at 04:43 PM
Peter denied our Lord three times -- even though Peter had physically walked alongside our Lord for some three years and witnessed and heard so much.
Before judging another's strength in the faith, remember Peter.
Posted by: Always On Watch | July 12, 2012 at 05:04 PM
AOW,
Peter was terrified for his life as the Jews were out to crucify anyone associated with Jesus. Ms. Gonzalez/Layla was simply a confused youth. Much like divorce, people always end up with something far worse than what they were originally running from.
Posted by: R.J. Godlewski | July 12, 2012 at 08:42 PM
Liz i still don't understand how you could get "involved" with a Muslime and not expect disaster, but the main thing is you got out without losing your life...be eternally thankful for that and continue to expose this evil false cult for what it is. People listen to someone who has " been There"
I once had to get a Canadian woman out of Lebanon who was married to a Muslime misogynist...hell they're all misogynists !
Anyway we went to her apartment in Beirut and sure enough she had been beaten black and blue by the pig she was married to.
We held the dirtbag at gunpoint as she gathered up her stuff and their young son.
Just before we left , she grabbed a big copper pan and proceeded to lay a beating on him like i've never saw before or since.
Being we had him flex cuffed hand and foot, we figured he deserved what he got......for a few minutes anyway.
When we left he was a wimpering little mess, and we got the woman and her son out of Lebanon the next day.
Posted by: PALADIN | July 13, 2012 at 12:01 AM
I am from Venezuela where there's a large Lebanese community. The horror stories from Venezuelan women marrying muslim men are numerous, some of which I have a direct account. They all seem to follow the same general pattern. After the women are charmed into marriage the nightmare begins. Submission and beatings by the in-laws (& husband), constant insults and degradation and children taken away. DO NOT MARRY A MUSLIM! 'Nough said!
Posted by: Diablo | July 13, 2012 at 06:27 AM
R.J.,
Yes, Peter was indeed afraid for his life.
But you must realize that walks of faith in our Lord are different as we are all different individuals.
And, of course, Peter wasn't the only one of the 12 to flee.
Our Lord does understand our frailties.
Also remember the joy over one returning to the fold.
Posted by: Always On Watch | July 13, 2012 at 03:45 PM
Okay I'm a Christian woman living in Saudi Arabia, I've been living here for over fifteen years. I don't wear a scarf and I don't get any abuse from anyone. I believe you exaggerated a few points especially since rape in Saudi Arabia is not taken lightly at all. You would not get jailed, the man who tried to rape you would get lashed and jailed as this is against Islamic law. Another thing is your ex-husband's sister does not behave like a typical Muslim woman would, or rather should. For all the fifteen years of living here I've met many Muslim woman who would visit me or I would visit them on practically a daily basis, there's no law to stop that. Another point is the hijab is not meant to cover the face and head it is just meant to cover the hair, it is basically the scarf. A niqab is what covers the face and this isn't legally obligated, at least not in any part where I've lived (Jeddah, Khobar, Dammam and Jubail) also the men that beat women with sticks don't actually have the right to do so, I was told several times by my Muslim friends that it is abuse and it is not within Islamic law. And I would just like to say that I could not continue reading your story after the ex-husband's boss approached you sexually, I just could not. I think you went through a series of unfortunate events and I really hope that you don't view Muslims in a bad way, they are not bad people as everyone believes. Thank you and God bless.
Posted by: Christina | November 04, 2012 at 04:22 PM